My calendar reminds me that it's the anniversary of the death of my little brother, Luis. That takes the wind out of my sails a bit. There were lots of things that happened today, lots of good things. I can't recall them at this precise moment, but the moments linger.
It's been a long time. February 24, 2009.
Bedtime now, I think.
Last night, I woke up at 3 AM, feeling refreshed and ready to start my day. Clearly, I was going mad, because that is not normal. I lay awake for a while, trying not to stress about falling back asleep before I had to get up for work. Because that's a trap. Creates anxiety, then it's impossible to sleep. The key is to not think at all, or at least as little as possible. I like to pretend that I'm supposed to be getting up, but I've decided to remain in my cozy bed.
It works pretty well.
I felt pretty good most of the day, despite my night of truncated sleep.
Must be all that kombucha I've been drinking.
Wendy brewed up some kombucha, and I stole some and now I have a couple of gallon jugs full of the stuff. I drink until they get about halfway, then I brew up some sweet tea and fill them back up. It recently occurred to me that I had been doing this for a while...and I don't know how long it's safe to keep the stuff. I may be slowly poisoning myself. I think this batch has been going since... August of last year?
A quick internet search assures me that the living symbiotic culture of bacteria and yeast (that floating blob that converts the sweet black tea into whatever the hell kombucha is) shouldn't become sentient for at least another six months.
We've got time!
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